User blog comment:Bartholomew Bilberry Bowstring/The First of Many/@comment-26024035-20160425040834/@comment-26024035-20160505155306

The young badger peered down at him. He had a humble air about him, and a hint of innocence still glistened in his small black eyes. He dusted off his big paws and snorted softly. "Yes, that's me."